Thursday, December 17, 2009

24-7 Hustlin

I’m a homeless marine who has AIDS
lost my apartment in a fire
got six kids and 2 cats to feed
sell candy to stay off the streets
I’m broke and it aint no joke
waiting for my unemployment EBT debit card
you can peep my ID
any food or spare change please
I’m hungry
anything you can give even a penny helps
they cut off my SSI
I play congas,
guitar,
saxophone
bucket drums,
steel drums
I sing
break dance,
rap,
recite poetry,
play the sitar and air guitar
Down on my luck
begging for a buck
I hustle chess games
sell watches and trash for fast cash
old radios with tape decks
pre-HD TVs
worn down shoes
old toys
remote controls
electronic zebras
tools
lamps
shirts and pants
I’m African
European
Czechoslovakian
Hawaiian
Puerto Rican
Dominican
Haitian
St. Lucian
Mexican
Indian
American
my skin color is
white
brown
pink
safire
topaz and lavender
I sell on 33rd street and Broadway
on the 1 line
on the A train to Harlem
W to queens
JMZ to Brooklyn
5 train to the Bronx
I play jazz
rock
calypso
reggae
mariachi
blues
electric and acoustic
I play on 8th street
in the subway
I sell old books
used jerk off magazines
sing do-wop hits
Records
bongs and crack pipes
I whisper in a loud raspy hoarse voice
I’m the unheard cry from NYC
stagger from ghettos
roof tops
corner spots
shelters
subway cars
train tunnels
beaches to boon docks
I’m the unheard voice crying in the New York City wilderness
shaving summer ices in tropical flavors in small white Dixie cups
dripping down hands making sticky fingers
freshly squeezed orange juice
Cuchifritos from illegally parked trucks
bottles of water on the highway
I search for cans and bottles to get change
look for left behind quarters in pay phones
pick through the rich man’s garbage
I mug for a meal
sell dime bags and rocks to people who want to cop
prostitute myself
sell quick fucks and $20 blow jobs
hold up hard-to-read cardboard signs
I’m an unwanted gypsy
Feel my pain
I’m a throw away just trying to survive the day

Thursday, December 10, 2009

2 FOUR 1 Capitalism

gonna sell sell sell sell sell it
you need to smell better
look better
love better
have a bigger cock
have your period better
cramp better
dress better
eat what we say
when we say
how we say
where we say
got 2 be a clone but think you’re an original rebel
buy all the worthless junk that will break down in a month
we’ve got the ugliest clothes that you’ve got to have
believe all the lies
shave your legs better
brush your teeth with a laser
change your brown eyes to original orange
your eyebrows are out of style
shave your head
now grow it back
dye it
curl it
burn it
weave it
deceive it
achieve it
nothing more then buying
from infomercials
commercials
click that internet ad
latest fade
junk mail
spam
all creating
forming
and deforming
who I was
and who I am
scram
want out of this jam
don’t need your new version of Windows
mutilation of a nation
a world and generation
fall prey to the hype
this advertising life
only to find
they want more
ads fly across the sky
sketched in the sand
implanted in your brain
dial a lawyer
phone a friend
liposuc the fat from your gut
new pair of breasts on your flat chest
WiFi and HD
4G phones in your hand
you can talk
surf
fuck
shit
dance
spit
do a split
while you drive your high polluting
gas chugging
SUV up the freeway
70 miles an hour
Reading each billboard sign
For the next high tech design
Not realizing that you done gone lost your mind
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